Whole Wide World

the last of the repercussions died off real slow

and the sky was still

and the cold sun sank down beneath the snow

I hung by my hand from the tree outside

and I looked at the whole wide world.



when the voices came quietly.

I shut them down.

when a tricky young southerly wind

came at me with its high whistling sound.

I turned around to face it

with real arrogance burning inside.

and I drank in the whole wide world